All Chapters of Tales Of A Gay Man (Final): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

He opened the door naked. His meaty cock was already half hard as he ushered us inside, and having already had a taste of Leon's tool, my own one became instantly stiff. He was a very handsome young man, and I felt somewhat honoured to own the mouth that he wanted to cum in. Hunter sat down and pulled out his phone, just like he always did. I could see him looking at the outline of my erection, and he smiled as Leon crawled onto his bed and presented me with his cock. "Don't use your hands" he told me, "just your throat". Hungrily, I nestled in between his muscular legs and inhaled the warm, ripe scent of his junk. It made my head spin, and seconds later, I was sliding my lips and tongue down his shaft, and he began to breathe heavily. Sucking cock was now my favourite thing in the world. The taste, the feeling, the pre-cum, and of course, the delicious treat at the end. But there was something even more fascinating about it, too. I felt powerful when I had a cock in my mout

“It's not your best work, I'll be honest" Matt said, reading through my most recent assignment. "You're looking at a C, at best". The lecture hall had already emptied out as I stood next to his desk. I was also well aware that my college work had taken a hit since becoming a literal Fleshlight for the rest of the students, but Matt, too, had a part to play. "Surely there's something I can do for a bit of extra credit" I smiled, and I noticed his jaw clench slightly before he looked up at me. "You've been busy" he said, and pulled out his phone before tapping on the app which showed that I was completely booked up for the next three weeks. "Makes it difficult to give you that extra credit you need". It was true. Not a single day had gone by all week, that I hadn't been throat fucked at least five times. Admittedly, I was exhausted. "How about I make it up to you now?" I asked, and slid the waistband of my pants down to prove to Matt that I was still playing by the rules. His

I was hanging out with some friends out at the bar when we all started to get pretty rowdy and drinking a bunch. There was a group of about 12 of us and a mix of guys and girls, all of us knew each other but none of us date one another. As the day started to go on, I started to weigh my options on who might be interested in having some fun. I started by talking with Kim, who we always had a connection, yet never acted on it. As we started chatting and flirting, Joe walked up and started to make his jokes as we were. I was open to the idea, he was a cute average built dude that was an athlete in the past. He was a little bit taller than me, short cut hair and a untrimmed beard. We had been talking for a while when Kim had mentioned that she wanted to head out soon, both Joe and I had agreed that it was about that time. We gathered up two other friends and ordered a ride back. We got back to my place and everyone was starting to get real sleepy. I have two extra bedrooms, so I offered

A couple of days later, Chris found himself staring at a set of shelves he’d bought for his room. They were sleek and perfect for his books, but there was one problem: he had no idea how to mount them on the wall. And, much to his growing frustration, a drill was involved. With a resigned sigh, Chris gave in to the inevitable and knocked on Jason’s door. Moments later, Jason appeared, wearing a singlet and a little sweaty, clearly having just come from a workout. Chris swallowed, trying to keep his cool. "Hey," Chris started awkwardly, “I, uh, bought these shelves and there is a drill and... well, I have no clue what I’m doing. Could you help me out?” Jason leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Shelves, huh? You keep needing my help, man. What would you do without me?" Chris rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, well… guess I’m a little hopeless with this stuff.” Jason raised an eyebrow, and with a playful gleam in his eye, he quipped, “How about I drill you

That weekend, Chris found himself at his first college party, a typical off-campus house packed with students. Music blared, bodies filled every corner, and the energy buzzed with excitement. Chris had never experienced anything like it before, but he was determined to have a good time—after all, Jason had invited him, even if he did feel a bit out of place. As he navigated through the crowd, looking for familiar faces, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jason, who grinned widely when their eyes met. “There’s my Twinkie!” Jason shouted over the music, his voice laced with that same playful energy he always had around Chris. Chris felt a flush creep up his neck, a mix of embarrassment and something else he didn’t want to name. “Hey, Jason,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but inside, he was a bundle of nerves. Jason slung an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him closer as they made their way to the center of the party. “Glad you made it! So, met any h